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LIAM KELLY
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JENNA SATO
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PRESENT DAY
Someone knocked on my door loudly, startling me from my sleep. My body trembled with fear, never had I heard someone knock so loudly. I lay there for a minute, maybe they had the wrong house. But it wouldn't stop, just continuous pounding. They clearly weren't gonna give up. I climbed out of bed, my feet touching the cold hardwood floor and making me shudder.
I grabbed the metal baseball bat from beside my bed before tiptoeing out of my room and into the living room where the doorframe practically shook. I reached into my purse on the coffee table in the dark, silently searching for my pepper spray. The banging became louder and I got into position with my bat and spray. The pictures on my wall bounced against the wall as they kept going.
"Evelyn, open the fucking door!"
I furrowed my brows and sighed before dropping my bat and tossing the pepper spray to the couch. I knew the voice behind the door all too well.
A loud thump on the door and he knocked softly. "Evelyn, please, baby." His voice softened, almost whimpering. Is he crying?
I opened the door and looked at him with confusion as he stumbled forward nearly into me. He stood up straight, leaning against the doorway. "What're you doing here?"
"I-I need you back... So, I fixed it."
I raised a brow at him as I switched my light on, getting a good look at him. His eyes were bloodshot red, and he wore pajamas. "What're you talking about? Are you drunk?" He definitely is drunk, the smell of whiskey strong on his breath. I looked around the quiet road for his car, nowhere in sight. Thank goodness.
He took in a sharp breath, "I did it for you." He took my hands in his and I quickly pulled them away from him.
Nothing, but confusion written all over my face as I asked him, "what did you do?"
Tears suddenly rolled down his cheeks, ignoring me. "Because I'm in love with you." He started sobbing, tears streaming down his face as he tried to catch his breath. He felt into me, leaning over and resting his head in my shoulder as cried.
"You're so drunk," I scoffed, rolling my eyes before pushing him back and grabbed the door, ready to close it. "Go home, Liam. I can't do this with you. I have work in-"
He cut me off, "You love me just as much as I love you. Right? I know you do." He reached out his hand to caress my cheek, but I took a step back from him before we could make contact again. "I love you, Evelyn, you're my world. Just let me come in and talk with you." His words slurred together.
"Liam, I-" I sighed, "please, just call a cab and go home."
"I need you to just listen to me. I need your help." I looked back at the clock displayed on the stove. 1:16 AM.
"Please. Please. I need you." He pleaded. I hesitated for a moment, staring into his blue-gray eyes. His eyes softened as he took a moment to just breathe, his chest heaving up and down.
